find me a shelter,
a home,
some where safe to hide everything hidden.
Let me
pour my soul
down your throat so I
know
that you can handle the sting that is
my pain.
Notice me.
Diagnose me.
Find me lost inside myself.
Lift me higher,
only to throw me past sanity
into a heaven
that is not mine;
littered with too much stardust.
Take me
deep into your warm chest.
Bury me
beneath your weight.
Keep me
wrapped within an iron grasp, see
God forbid I fall apart.
God forbid I am saved.
